The Dog and Bacon

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The Dog and Bacon

The green to whence I ran away
(Rang home from the vanished red call box)
Landing there again with A&R again today
I saw the circular path that I had taken
Just as I was crossing the road to the shop
Looked up and there I saw
The freshly painted sign
Depicting in lush strokes the dog and bacon
Butcher gaily wielding cleaver
Dog with ham joint in its maw
Me striding towards the coop
To buy more butchers streaky bacon
Boys remain on the green
All long grass and butter cups
Looking after Betty chocolate lab pup
Borrowed from friends for the weekend
And now she’s ours to pretend
The moment never sours never ends
The circular path that I have taken
Back outside the dark and beacon
Co-Op was once a Vivo next to an offi
Now they’ve knocked it through
Text alert - Don’t forget coffee
It was here aged six I asked Lesley
With long straight dark brown hair
To marry me – wait for me
She was a shop girl but now I’m taken
In the twilight looking up at the dog and bacon
What is it about this place?
These steps I pad over again
That makes me see life non-cynically
The pleasure of living cyclically
Where I once had seen decay
Now its springtime everyday.
The circular path that I have taken
Back outside with a dog and bacon.


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